1 0.The First 100 years

The fire stoped and a person walked past me,my body was so much in pain that it was impossible to move,it was as if,if i moved even a inch id be reduced to dust .The man whose face was not visible to me said "this must be enough for a lowlife like you to understand the difference between power and status".I closed my eyes accepted death,but,all of a sudden I felt a urge to live a sudden feeling of regret ,for someone who doesn't even remember his own name at his last breath,I...wanted to live,at that moment it didn't matter why or for what but I was sure that i didn't want to die in this place in this state,and "I fell unconscious". "Its dark here" "Where...am I?" "body feels so light" "Is this Death?" *smirk* "crushing my urge to live.....what a being who made this world" "Hahahahahaha....hahaha.....ha...ha" "But again.....who am i for such a big shot (referring to God)to even care about ?" *sigh.....* "lets just hope this ends quick" (Closing eyes)(*10 min later* opens one eye) "Nothing?" "Whats going on?" *30 min later* "Ahhhhhhhhhhh...." "Seriously....whats going on? Im bored" "Isn't there something to pass my time with?" "Like a book or something?" That moment,I desperately wanted something to pass my time with,at that time i didn't know what was going to happen,or what kind of place i was.I couldn't believe my own eyes,my desperate wish for a book,were just pure words came out of my mouth without thinking much,but it was right there,in front of my eyes. "Wha.....what is this....?" "Is this some kind of miraj?" "But i don't feel dizzy or dehydrated" "So does that mean?" "Impossible" "Its not possible it surely isn't " "Right??" "It would be nice if i had.....a pen?" Again i couldn't believe my eyes, a pen appeared out of thin air. I did it ten no hundred of times,but i was sure now it wasn't an illusion it was real. "So does that mean i can get out of here if just think about it?" I closed my eyes and repeatedly thought, "I want to go home" "want to go home" "go.....home?" "But....," "Where is it...?" Since then its been 2 years i am trapped in this place. With the strange power i was able to build house like structure,where i currently stay,*blooooo*(unknown sound),and this cute pink fur ball,which is of the size of my palm is "Bloom". In the two years of staying here and exploring this place as well as the power,i have come to know that this place doesn't have a end,wherever you go,in any direction,even light does not work here. Then comes to this power it seems that I can create anything out of thin air,even living things as long as it does not resemble my appearance,the living things i creat are all lifeless cuz they dont possess a soul,only Bloom by far has been the most lively things i have created. I just hope I can get out of here as soon as possible. I have lost track of time. But if i creat a calendar it shows that ten years have passed if the calander follows the time from my death. in this ten years I have picked a interest in martial arts after reading various books,for some reason I can able to access the unknown power called "chi" and "mana" which is said to be possessed by the sword fighters and magicians ,in the book."Bloom" has also grown two shining black eyes,he looks more pretty now. With my power I have created many things,like a big iron block which is hard enough to withstand my attacks,by reading fantasy books i have created mosters which are unexpectedly skilled at fighting,i have also descoverd that "Bloom" has the ability to store and digest items tho everything i have tested this ability is with only non living things. It seems 20yrs have passed,and I look the same as i was when I entered here,in this 20yrs i have managed to cut through the iron block 8 meter deep, with an normal slash. I have learnt other skills too, survival, blacksmithing, cooking and many more useless things,my clothes too are handmade by me. 100yrs have passed,a normal person should have been gone insane,i have managed to keep myself sane only thanks to the power i have which i can use to do things which can distract me. "Bloom" has grown in size by 4cm,still no change in appearance. I can now cut as many as possible iron block which are made with the hardest material i remember,with nothing but shear strength and no chi or mana. In this past 100yrs i have managed to somehow master all the weapon i can manifest,i have made a screan which shows how i have progressed, which is based on the books i have read,and according to it i have almost mastered every skill i was precticing. I have finally decided to break out of here,if i have the power to do so,ill be free of this darkness,if i don't,then I'll rot here without dying and go insane at some point ."And i am prepared for the worse" I took my belongings in the bag which can store 80% more then its size,tho i don't know if I'll be able to take them with me,ill miss gloom tho. *Exhales*, "ok""let's do it". I took my position,held my sword, tightened my grip,and the moment i was going to swing my blade, I heard a strange voice. "STOP!!"

To be continued

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